Tuesday, May 24, 2005 i am DONE with my degree:tears hard(?)-work late-nighters fighting-for-practice-rooms sore-fingers-and-arms endless-photocopying exorbitant-library-fines pleading-for-extensions music-making c-1234-y c-7891-x seedy-basement-rooms sleazy-security-guards SDR CD-binge incomprehensible-music-scores rolls-after-rolls-of-manuscript-paper scrawling-music-notes-everywhere discovering-new-music attending-concerts is it really over no i don't want it to end Breathe, woman. Anyway. Jo, you're done too!! Yeay! Birthday hollers to you! Had my recital today and I was the very last person, which means I couldn't listen to Mary and Jenny beforehand, damn. Thanks to Vincent, Danny, Gooizhen, Lou, Yang'en, Cla and the rest who took time off to come. I sure messed up quite a bit eh? Kinda sucky, I know I could have done much better. But it's over, no room for what-ifs. I'd just do better next time. Hang on, there's no more next time is there? That's my last solo recital. One more round of accompanying tmr, and it's over for good. Too fast, too slow, I don't know what to feel. But I do know that tomorrow's gonna be fun with Lawrence and Cla. Saxophone and singer. Me like making chamber music. It's been a long week, so this short entry will have to do. Excuse me while I collapse in bed from an all-too-intensive recital programme and a full tummy. Yes Yang'en, I finished the box of cereal. Did the oracle predict that already? Haha. she procrastinated @ 00:05 | |
blueprint I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator. fresh monodies practise practice practise practice practise previous rants August 2004 treatises on life arty jen frivolous pursuits for shallow ppl mulling over "One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.And there were phlegmatic souls.
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